The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

The 530th chapter, Ziyang real people!

Along with the White Emperor City Corps, the Peacock King Ghost Dance Corps, and the Black Yan Dynasty's 100,000 Magic Eagles from the city gates and the huge holes ejected by the dragons into the windy city, a more tragic massacre began.

When the horrified Fengcheng soldiers were looking around for escape, they found that the black armor was full, and the entire wind city was filled with other armies.

When they hadn’t had time to react, the first Windy City soldier was cut off, and then the second third –

Someone turned and fled, and some people killed them with a knife. More people were trampled into patties in the two streams of assault and escape.

"The Windy City was broken, the Ghost Dance Corps was killed, and it was going to escape -"

"Brothers, kill, but the left and the right are dead, let's fight with them -" -

From the midnight to the night, even the dark sky was illuminated by the red blood and the blazing fire.

The blood is flowing and the head is rolling. The broken limbs were scattered on the ground.

This is no longer a windy city, no longer a human being.

It is the legendary Shura Purgatory.

This is a battle above the ground.

This is a slash between people.

Above the sky, there is another, more intense and more brutal battle in progress.

Under the help of the snowball god, the eight golden lions, all of them, were swallowed up by their own, and they even failed to bring a little bit to the black dragon that Li Muyang made. hurt.

Eight golden cockroaches squatting under the wind swaying instrument ran to the scales of the black dragon, and smashed the teeth in the mouth. The eight golden lions squatting on the shovel were picked up by the snowballs one by one, and then the small mouth sucked and sucked, and they all became the food in its stomach.

When Gong Zhou saw his own instrument losing continuously, his heart was ashamed and angry.

The shame is that it is so vulnerable to the fact that the black dragon and the puppy, the heart of the weak water, are so vulnerable in the air.

The anger is that Li Muyang and the puppy don't give face, so that he has a sense of shame that he has no sense of self-confidence.

The land fairy does not show up, you are my sweet potato?

However, this is no wonder that there are such thoughts in the world.

The geodetic instrument is also a famous artifact in China. It has an inspector and a spy on the magical power of all things. Can feel the most subtle space of true gas flow, as long as any signs appear, they can respond to the extreme. Then the golden cockroaches will be tested by the master or beaten with others.

When I used the wind and the ground to play against the enemy, Miyake was rarely missed. One person led eight 蟾蜍 eight lions, which looked very powerful and extremely embarrassing.

Today, one of his opponents is the king of the dragon, one is the heart of the weak water, both of which are famous semi-god figures - the gods. A weathering instrument in the district is not enough to see.

Gong Zhouyi witnessed the puppy swallowing the last golden lion, his body stunned and his hair shook.

There was a word in his mouth, and both hands held the body of the wind and the instrument in his arms, and then the kicking of the foot, the stone that stepped on the foot rushed toward the direction of the snowball.

Rumble -

The sarcophagus grew bigger and bigger and soon became a huge stone house.

Snowball doesn't like the death of Shijie, waving his little paw and turning around.

The stone sarcophagus is like a long-eyed eye, chasing the mysterious dark light, a picture that does not put the snowball into the stone swearing.

At the same time, the palace boat reached out and gently swayed the cylinder of the body of the waiting wind, and the wind-moving instrument immediately screamed and turned rapidly.

"Well, what?"

In the sky, a sound of Sanskrit sounded. The golden notes floated from the body of the wind and the wind, and the golden river merged into the black dragon above the sky.

Waiting for the wind to destroy the world!

The long river of gold is getting longer and longer, and the river of characters is becoming wider and wider. It is like a golden rainbow lying across the sky, and the golden rainbow is wrapped in the murderous atmosphere to encircle and kill Li Muyang.

boom--

The huge head of Black Dragon rushed down from nine days and sipped a breath at the golden Milky Way.

boom--

The galaxy collapsed and the golden characters splashed around. It's like a hidden weapon with a different shape.

The black-shirted boy, Cui Jianxin, holds a ghost-shaped sword and squats on the huge body of the Black Dragon.

Ghost King is the most fierce and most mysterious.

He knows that the dragon's physique is tough, and if it does not hurt its vitality, it is difficult to kill it.

Moreover, the dragons are endless and able to fight for many days. In that case, all of these people are exhausted and die, and it is only slightly hurt.

The position of the Ghost King attack is the head of the Black Dragon. His body is hidden in the shadow of the smoke, and then hides. Every time I send a sword, I can bring great trouble to the Black Dragon.

Yan Bolai has been looking at the overall situation.

When he saw the wind city break and the 100,000-strong army flooded into the wind city, he knew that the trend had gone.

The wind city was lost.

They have lost a city.

What can be done now is to use every means to kill Li Muyang, to minimize the losses on the side of the dragon, and not to let his reputation fall to the ground and smash.

"You must kill Li Muyang." When Yan Bolai thought about it, he rushed toward the huge black dragon again.

In the sky, the dark clouds roll.

A squatting old man wearing a color that couldn't see the original color appeared in the clouds, watching the slaughter on the ground sigh.

The sky is like ink, and the old road is dark.

However, when he stands on top of the cloud, it is like an ink stone in the ink, and people can find it at a glance. The sky and the darkness of the night are hard to hide its light.

"There is no amount of heavenly respect, so killing and killing, aren't those people afraid to enter the **** of hell?" The old road screamed, and looked sad.

His gaze turned to the black dragon above the sky and the fierce figures of the black dragon, and the body flew toward the core battle zone.

"Stop." The old raging voice shouted.

In the voice, there is a Taoist stunt "Boeing Power". Although the volume of the old road is not large, it can be clearly transmitted to the ears of hundreds of people or animals.

If the sound is loud, the ears will sizzle.

The battle stopped.

On the ground, several corps that were fighting for **** battles finally stopped.

They looked up and looked over the sky.

Above the sky, several figures that are being smashed with the Black Dragon are also bounced off.

Because they felt the danger, from the voice, they felt the strength of Zhongzheng's peace.

This sound ‘staying’ is a majestic atmosphere, making it difficult for people to resist.

Although the Ghost King is very unwilling to jump out of the game at this time, and dare to speak with himself in such a command tone.

Even Li Muyang, who turned into a black dragon, stopped rolling and fighting. The huge head looked down, the blood mist in the eyelids dissipated, and a fascinating emotion flashed through the pupil.

"Is the compatriots disabled, is there anything more vicious than this?" The gaze of the old-fashioned sneak peeked at the audience and shouted.

"Who are you?" Yan Bolai stared at the ruined old road and asked, but his heart was quickly guessing his identity.

The people in Daomen have such a high level of cultivation, and they often wear a rags and rags when they are not trimming. This person’s identity is on his lips.

"The poor road Ziyang." The old rags said with a light face.

"Ziyang real people -" Yan Bolai exclaimed.

He arched his hand and said: "I didn't expect it to be one of the seven true people of Taomen. The younger Yan Bolai had seen the real person-"

"Yan Bolai--" Ziyang real person sinks a little and said: "But the owner of the wind city?"

"Exactly." Yan Bolai said quietly.

The voice of Ziyang’s real man’s mouth sneered and said: “Then we have not dealt with it before.”

Yan Bolai’s heart was stunned, but his face was not moving, and he was passive and active. He asked: “I don’t know why Ziyang’s real people are here?”

"In the middle of the tour, I saw this place suffocating, especially to see." Ziyang real people looked at the body of the wind in the city and the blood of the pool, the heart grief, screamed: "I did not expect to wait It’s really hateful and hateful to make some killings here."

"Ziyang, what do you think? Do you dare to control the king? The king wants to kill and kill, can you help?" The ghost king is violent and heart-wrenching, and he is used to being a king in the ghost field, so he does not like the Ziyang real person to talk to him. Attitude.

"Yes. What do I want to do in the palace boat, and what do you do with Ziyang? Is it right and wrong? Is it true that the Taoist real people are so embarrassed?" Gong Zhou did not like others to condescend to talk to himself.

"Ziyang real people, you listen to the younger generation." Yan Bolai quickly explained, pointing to the distant black dragon said: "Shenzhou surprised the evil dragon, in order to avoid the evil dragons, the spirits are coated, so I waited to gather here to kill the dragons - How can a real person say that I am waiting for a killing?"

The sight of Ziyang’s real person was transferred to the huge black dragon. He watched for a long time and sighed softly. He said, “Can you understand me?”

"-" Black Dragon does not answer, but his eyes are vigilantly staring at the faces of Ziyang real people to remain silent.

"You are my shepherd boy?" Ziyang real person asked again.

"-"

In the longan, the blood is boiling.

Soon, the blood mist disappeared again.

Among the dark pupils, two tears rolled out...

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